Bracing for the Worst

Perception, faster than
My senses could interpret
The slow-motion disaster
Pulling me in.
Caught in a sharp breath
Stuck halfway down my throat,
As my internal early warning system,
My spoiler alert sirens
Point out the inevitable,
Screaming —
I would too,
If only I could.
Instead, I hold on to my
Front row seat,
Bracing for the worst.

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